After the last year of losing my voice at bad moments, I am going to see a specialist tomorrow. For a long long time I wanted this to be just another result of not-so-good resistance to colds, something to be cured with healthy food, vitamins and exercize. If this is what I fear, at the best I am able to retrain my voice, at the worst I have to get a job where I don't have to teach.
And that would, as it's so eloquently expressed in English, suck.
Yes, I am scared today. Scared enough that I am deeply unhappy about the male locker-room humour of our staff room, which I thought the last 15 years had made me deaf to. The day after tomorrow I may have a wonder drug in my hands and an arrogant laughter in my throath.
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Oh, I hope all goes well, Torill - although, you know, I bet you could teach online or something if you wanted to... My fingers are crossed for you, anyway.
Ooops... lykke til.
Im hoping the best too, that is that there is something sensible to be done about, which Im sure there is! Horrible horrible being in our business and not being able to use your offline voice. xxx
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